"They're going to have sex!"
When I got into the car and shut the door, this is what I was bombarded with.
I looked over at her as I started the car. She had the same look on her face she got when
she finally worked out an equation.
"What?"
"I saw it! She's going back to his house to have sex."
"Phoebe! Girl, you're not making any sense."
She huffed, exasperated. "Helga and Arnold. She's not going back to his house to relax."
She made air quotation around relax. " I was watching them. They were flirting across
from us the entire time. I can't believe you didn't see it !"
I had actually seen some of it. When Arnold offered his lap for Helga's leg, he had
looked up at me with an 'I'm throwing you a bone' look, before turning his attention back
to the girls and their discussion. But I hadn't seen any of the other 'flirting' that Phoebe
apparently saw.
"Sweetie..." I started, but she wasn't having any of that.
"They are!" she insisted again. She was beginning to get frustrated that I didn't believe
her.
So, I relented.
"I'll find out tomorrow."
She gave me a look. "Arnold isn't going to tell anything." she said, And she was right, he
probably wouldn't.
I smiled at her. "I have my ways."